Many believed he was thousands of years old. The women had prayed for an ancient one to come. They wanted to remember. The ancient one came. He was the father of all their fathers. The son of all their mothers. And on that day, in a valley where the sky hangs low, he spoke. Daughter Drink This Water is a sacred Love song. A timeless affirmation for girls and women in particular, and all people who are nurturing a beautiful life. Reminiscent of Khalil Gibran's The Prophet, Daughter Drink This Water feeds you short, devotional passages in an ancestral voice that penetrates the heart and reveals the divine nature of your phenomenal journey. Covering terrain such as relationships, romance, and inner peace, these words will reverberate in your very cells. Soak in this warm river of self Love, self care, healing, and freedom. Share this soul-full keepsake in your family and kinship circles, as a cherished blanket of memory and meaning. Drink deeply.

Daughter Drink This Water is epiphany and medicine for boys, men, and all souls as well. Especially for fathers, sons, brothers, Love mates, husbands, and friends. That they may behold the sacred in womanhood, and in doing so, heal their own person, freeing the sacred within themselves.

Jaiya John follows up his books Daughter Drink This Water, and, Freedom, with this aromatic delight for your soul. Fragrance After Rain is a sensitive, hopeful, intimate movement through your many seasons of tenderness, and the beautiful meaning and grace that grow from that fertile ground. If you love Rumi, Hafez, Gibran, and other classic mystic poets, here is your honey jar. This book is pregnant with balm and salve so personal and intuitively attuned, you will be certain the words were birthed just for you. Sustenance as you live through your personal moments, and through the collective moods of the world.

Fragrance is a free flowing melody of petite stories and mystic whispers, a wildflower meadow you may enjoy wherever you lay yourself within it for a moment and breathe beautifully. These inspirational pieces are entirely liberated from chapters and sections, freely roaming, drifting on spirit breeze as they wish. Each word-bouquet is gathered and growing according to the sunlight, soil, and water of Love's orchestral conducting. Open this book, turn to a page, let your eyes arrive to any brief orchard of words, and allow your heart to taste the fruit and meet its craving. Whatever words you meet are the words you need in the moment. In this Fragrance story, the one who speaks, is spoken to, and is spoken about is you, BeLoved. All of this is you.

This is a book of bright clouds in the sky of your life. Bringing you beauty, meaning, the downy reflection of sunlight, life-replenishing rain, and a sweet fragrance thereafter. Walk, dance, sing, and repose yourself through this aromatic pasture, and feel a peace that is both medicine and music for your soul. Be careful, dear Lover. If you sip these words slowly and savor their essence, you may become a mystic.

In the beginning, two spirits roamed every soul. One was Love. The other, fear. Fear, being restless and unsettled, mutated into two other spirits: supremacy and inferiority. Both of these would inhabit every human soul and space, forever. Waiting. To be fed.

This is a Love story. A Love for freedom that blooms into a willingness for revolution to eradicate oppression, supremacy, and inferiority. In his newest book of sacred contemplation, Dr. Jaiya John plunges us into the naked soul of social revolution, the divine nature of freedom, and the human reality of being a revolutionary. Freedom is an origin story, a message for today's global realities, and a tale for all times. A prayer poem from the ancestors.

Since his orphan birth in the New Mexico desert, Jaiya, formerly a professor of social psychology at Howard University, has spent his entire life contemplating, learning, teaching, and reaching for personal and collective freedom. This book is his offering of a lifetime for those brave, humbled, sacrificing souls called to give their lives for freedom work. Revolutionary labor can be lonely, isolating, discouraging, and depleting. Freedom is a Love-soaked trove of affirmation, appreciation, reassurance, and renewal.

Freedom is for poets and professors, parents and activists, leaders and students, and for anyone whose inner healer rises and roars, stirs and sings. Anyone who dares to help birth a new world of human dignity, a world that dissolves the old structures, systems, ideologies, and spirit that incarcerate and traumatize generation after generation.

Freedom is a wild flock of verses, each offering its own distinct medicine: window, door, compass, shelter, quiet, hope, clarity, courage, oasis, revelation, assurance, encouragement, faith, music, dance, prayer, light, laughter, tears, nourishment, rest, solidarity, strategy, ancestral presence, generational duty, reminder of Love. Freedom is presented in deep-breath verses that float on the page in space, unbound from one another. Savor this book as both an inspirational, reflective, daily devotional, and an academic and strategic resource. Drop in on any page for your daily bread and grace. Freedom is poetry, proverb, and prophecy as much as practice protocol. In the tradition of Jaiya's book Daughter Drink This Water, Freedom will replenish the intangible wellspring that is your soul.

If you have read my prior work, you know that all of this is just a Love letter from the Great Mystery to our earthly yearning souls. As such, with these two new volumes of poems, stories, essays, prayers, and devotions, I desire that you feel the intimacy and urgency of where you and I now find ourselves. Since late 2023, as horrific massacre, new and old, slow and swift, in many forms and lands, has at last captured our collective human attention, our pain and grief and resurgent Love have gushed through my heart and being night and day. Like many of you, my every cell and molecule has been both decimated and revived. I have given myself to this, our profound upheaval. I have crumbled our heartbreak into the sea of this unbearable season, this ongoing sermon of sorrow and solace. In these soul waters, I have soaked up our manna and nectar to bring home to you.

These two volumes are the entire balm I have been able to gather for you. We Birth Freedom at Dawn is a book and birth water. The title came to me as I ran up a steep hill on a recent summer morning, sun blessing my skin, sweat baptizing my ascendant birthing time to push and deliver. Our ancestors have been with me in a hushed and cradling way during these months of mourning and morning. As this title came to me, Sojourner Truth and Harriet Tubman in particular settled in my bones and blood and breath. These two sturdy grandmothers have wet eyes as they hold us now. It is their insistence that we be free of our oppressive ways that has ushered forth these tribal words.

Sojourner and Harriet... Have you ever seen two monarch butterfly mates dancing in sunlight? They may to our eyes seem incredibly light of wing. Their flight, though, is a consequence of unimaginable struggle and endurance. And yet, here they are, still dancing, still joyful, filled with the orange of sun, bringing forth their generations.

This title, We Birth Freedom at Dawn, is what its offering is: A radical call. An invocation. A summons. To stir and galvanize and mobilize us. The word We is for our collective humanity. Birth speaks to our unconquerable Divine Feminine and its reclaimed role as we go forward, for the conception, gestation, and birth labor. For we already have this freedom. We do not have to chase it down. We have only to bring forth what is already in us and of us. The word Freedom: An acknowledgement of my life's work and ministry, including my earlier and kindred book Freedom: Medicine Words for Your Brave Revolution. And Dawn, a hopeful word, for our freedom soon come. It is not long now, dear soul. Not long. Our dark night of the soul too has its end.

This title is a declaration and decree. A promise and prophecy. An awakening and activation. A chant, hum, ceremony, remembrance song. To speak and feel this title is to call forth this freedom alive within each of us. Our freedom is stirring, nascent, divine, and truth. Soon, the fawning sprout begets the forest, and the raindrop begets the river. I pray these words bring back from the brink the many who are on the edge of despair, fear, hopelessness, terror, and fatigue. To allow us to see and feel and be what is coming and indeed what has always been here in the fertile earth of our sacred architecture. My God, these words are prayer.

Dear Artist is Jaiya John's mystic Love letter to artists and to all souls, to enrich your creative life. A full-blooded, sensual, intimate honoring and celebration of the divine spark of creativity in you. Jaiya's letter reads like a private sharing from an old friend, offering an affectionate voice of purpose and clarity.

You may be startled by how deeply your tender heart feels seen, listened to, honored, affirmed. Find in these pages tide pools of poetry and passion. Wade into any rejuvenating page and soak your weariness.

Jaiya traces back to your beginning in life, to touch with Loving medicine those points in your journey that harmed or nourished your river of soulful expression. These offerings will help you dissolve your barriers, transcend your fears, and transform your challenges into a composted kind of peace.

The passages also activate the collective, communal, interdependent nature of creative expression. For your art is not only about you. It is also about your ancestral place and duty in this sacred web of life. Art is how Life Loves itself.

Dear Artist is concerned with resuscitating the human soul, helping us remember our sacred ways of being together and honoring the beauty of this world. It is a revival for artists, activists, revolutionaries, healers, students, teachers, and anyone who yearns to ignite the embers of their passion.

Jaiya's Love letter reintroduces you to your original soul condition: vivacious, awestruck, unimpeded, fully alive. If you hunger to find and liberate your truest voice, to free your tears of grace, to express what your ancestors could not, Dear Artist serves a feast for you. If you thirst in the desert of your disillusion, Dear Artist is a well water, bright and clear and plenty. This is no art instruction manual. These words will have you naked, making Love, making art.

Many believed he was thousands of years old. The women had prayed for an ancient one to come. They wanted to remember. The ancient one came. He was the father of all their fathers. The son of all their mothers. And on that day, in a valley where the sky hangs low, he spoke. 

Daughter Drink This Water is a sacred Love song. A timeless affirmation for girls and women in particular, and all people who are nurturing a beautiful life. Reminiscent of Khalil Gibran's, The Prophet, Daughter Drink This Water feeds you short, devotional passages in an ancestral voice that penetrates the heart and reveals the divine nature of your phenomenal journey. Covering terrain such as relationships, romance, and inner peace, these words will reverberate in your very cells. Soak in this warm river of self Love, self care, healing, and freedom. Share this soul-full keepsake in your family and kinship circles, as a cherished blanket of memory and meaning. Drink deeply.

Daughter Drink This Water is epiphany and medicine for boys, men, and all souls as well. Especially for fathers, sons, brothers, Love mates, husbands, and friends. That they may behold the sacred in womanhood, and in doing so, heal their own person, freeing the sacred within themselves.

You are a cane of sugar. Your stalk is cut and crying. Your Love pours out. You cannot stop. This is why you are free.

With All These Rivers and You Chose Love, Jaiya John continues his mystic storytelling and passionate pouring of medicine words. This compilation of reflections floods your soul and heart with an intimately personal mercy for your tenderness, painting beauty over the landscape of your inner and outer life.

Sometimes its words feel like those of a doting grandmother, prickly and soft at once, always dripping wisdom. Its language is a delirious treasure map, a sanctuary you revisit time and again. Like licking sugar, these compact pieces infuse you with feel good. They are your morning lemon water. Your evening bubble bath. Your oracle on the summer porch. Massage, prayer, and spiritual practice all at once.

All These Rivers and You Chose Love will have you laughing, crying, and reflecting on your soul and life with a gentler gaze. Wrap this comfort blanket around you. Sip its heart-seasoned broth. All These Rivers will entrance you to remember yourself and send you on a journey of sweeter dreams. Before you turn out the light in bed, you will want this book to kiss you goodnight.

Your Caring Heart is Dr. Jaiya John's warm companion for your compassionate servitude. In gentle clarity, lightness, and humor, Jaiya's soothing reflections flow straight into the tender truth of your caring nature and calling. Discover the promise of mutual care, harvesting story, and compassionate leadership for transforming you and your work tribe into your optimal giftedness for serving lives. These are words you will keep close, drinking from them for your renewal. Reinvigorate your wellspring of devotion. Heal your tenderness. Supercharge your system, and bless the ones you serve. Welcome, you Lovers, leaders, activists, agitators... You soul suns, deep drums, healers, hope dealers, sacred dancers. Here is a spa day for your inner peace, birthprint for your revival, as you give yourself to the ones who dearly need your healing touch. TOPICS: Personal and professional renewal. System rehabilitation and culture change. Mutual care and group harmony. Supercharge your practice models. Compassion fatigue and burnout. Nurture trauma and conflict. Wellness and deep caring. Empower staff and leadership. Tribal time and tribe building. Rekindle passion and purpose. Break generational cycles. Humanize workers, leaders, and community. Cure social illness inside your system. Honor cultures and communities. Compassionate leadership. Compassion and kindness. Use story to strengthen your tribe. Harness the psychology of change. Overcome fear and tame stress. The power of celebration. Healing and wholeness. Tap your superpowers. And so much more...

Jaiya John follows up his books Daughter Drink This Water, and, Freedom, with this aromatic delight for your soul. Fragrance After Rain is a sensitive, hopeful, intimate movement through your many seasons of tenderness, and the beautiful meaning and grace that grow from that fertile ground. If you love Rumi, Hafez, Gibran, and other classic mystic poets, here is your honey jar. This book is pregnant with balm and salve so personal and intuitively attuned, you will be certain the words were birthed just for you. Sustenance as you live through your personal moments, and through the collective moods of the world.

Fragrance is a free flowing melody of petite stories and mystic whispers, a wildflower meadow you may enjoy wherever you lay yourself within it for a moment and breathe beautifully. These inspirational pieces are entirely liberated from chapters and sections, freely roaming, drifting on spirit breeze as they wish. Each word-bouquet is gathered and growing according to the sunlight, soil, and water of Love's orchestral conducting. Open this book, turn to a page, let your eyes arrive to any brief orchard of words, and allow your heart to taste the fruit and meet its craving. Whatever words you meet are the words you need in the moment. In this Fragrance story, the one who speaks, is spoken to, and is spoken about is you, BeLoved. All of this is you.

This is a book of bright clouds in the sky of your life. Bringing you beauty, meaning, the downy reflection of sunlight, life-replenishing rain, and a sweet fragrance thereafter. Walk, dance, sing, and repose yourself through this aromatic pasture, and feel a peace that is both medicine and music for your soul. Be careful, dear Lover. If you sip these words slowly and savor their essence, you may become a mystic.

Imagine if your every breath filled your soul with undeniable, blissful Peace. Jaiya John, who has shared his deeply resonant messages with audiences worldwide, gathers these heart-stirring inspirations, stories, and healing words for those who cherish and yearn for a lasting inner Peace. Stroll through this garden of Sacredness and feel your soul awaken to its own true and flowering fragrance: the unmistakable perfume of Peace. Renew. Refresh. Rediscover the essence of your life.

You are a cane of sugar. Your stalk is cut and crying. Your Love pours out. You cannot stop. This is why you are free.

With All These Rivers and You Chose Love, Jaiya John continues his mystic storytelling and passionate pouring of medicine words. This compilation of reflections floods your soul and heart with an intimately personal mercy for your tenderness, painting beauty over the landscape of your inner and outer life.

Sometimes its words feel like those of a doting grandmother, prickly and soft at once, always dripping wisdom. Its language is a delirious treasure map, a sanctuary you revisit time and again. Like licking sugar, these compact pieces infuse you with feel good. They are your morning lemon water. Your evening bubble bath. Your oracle on the summer porch. Massage, prayer, and spiritual practice all at once.

All These Rivers and You Chose Love will have you laughing, crying, and reflecting on your soul and life with a gentler gaze. Wrap this comfort blanket around you. Sip its heart-seasoned broth. All These Rivers will entrance you to remember yourself and send you on a journey of sweeter dreams. Before you turn out the light in bed, you will want this book to kiss you goodnight.

If you have read my prior work, you know that all of this is just a Love letter from the Great Mystery to our earthly yearning souls. As such, with these two new volumes of poems, stories, essays, prayers, and devotions, I desire that you feel the intimacy and urgency of where you and I now find ourselves. Since late 2023, as horrific massacre, new and old, slow and swift, in many forms and lands, has at last captured our collective human attention, our pain and grief and resurgent Love have gushed through my heart and being night and day. Like many of you, my every cell and molecule has been both decimated and revived. I have given myself to this, our profound upheaval. I have crumbled our heartbreak into the sea of this unbearable season, this ongoing sermon of sorrow and solace. In these soul waters, I have soaked up our manna and nectar to bring home to you.

These two volumes are the entire balm I have been able to gather for you. We Birth Freedom at Dawn is a book and birth water. The title came to me as I ran up a steep hill on a recent summer morning, sun blessing my skin, sweat baptizing my ascendant birthing time to push and deliver. Our ancestors have been with me in a hushed and cradling way during these months of mourning and morning. As this title came to me, Sojourner Truth and Harriet Tubman in particular settled in my bones and blood and breath. These two sturdy grandmothers have wet eyes as they hold us now. It is their insistence that we be free of our oppressive ways that has ushered forth these tribal words.

Sojourner and Harriet... Have you ever seen two monarch butterfly mates dancing in sunlight? They may to our eyes seem incredibly light of wing. Their flight, though, is a consequence of unimaginable struggle and endurance. And yet, here they are, still dancing, still joyful, filled with the orange of sun, bringing forth their generations.

This title, We Birth Freedom at Dawn, is what its offering is: A radical call. An invocation. A summons. To stir and galvanize and mobilize us. The word We is for our collective humanity. Birth speaks to our unconquerable Divine Feminine and its reclaimed role as we go forward, for the conception, gestation, and birth labor. For we already have this freedom. We do not have to chase it down. We have only to bring forth what is already in us and of us. The word Freedom: An acknowledgement of my life's work and ministry, including my earlier and kindred book Freedom: Medicine Words for Your Brave Revolution. And Dawn, a hopeful word, for our freedom soon come. It is not long now, dear soul. Not long. Our dark night of the soul too has its end.

This title is a declaration and decree. A promise and prophecy. An awakening and activation. A chant, hum, ceremony, remembrance song. To speak and feel this title is to call forth this freedom alive within each of us. Our freedom is stirring, nascent, divine, and truth. Soon, the fawning sprout begets the forest, and the raindrop begets the river. I pray these words bring back from the brink the many who are on the edge of despair, fear, hopelessness, terror, and fatigue. To allow us to see and feel and be what is coming and indeed what has always been here in the fertile earth of our sacred architecture. My God, these words are prayer.

Dear Artist is Jaiya John's mystic Love letter to artists and to all souls, to enrich your creative life. A full-blooded, sensual, intimate honoring and celebration of the divine spark of creativity in you. Jaiya's letter reads like a private sharing from an old friend, offering an affectionate voice of purpose and clarity.

You may be startled by how deeply your tender heart feels seen, listened to, honored, affirmed. Find in these pages tide pools of poetry and passion. Wade into any rejuvenating page and soak your weariness.

Jaiya traces back to your beginning in life, to touch with Loving medicine those points in your journey that harmed or nourished your river of soulful expression. These offerings will help you dissolve your barriers, transcend your fears, and transform your challenges into a composted kind of peace.

The passages also activate the collective, communal, interdependent nature of creative expression. For your art is not only about you. It is also about your ancestral place and duty in this sacred web of life. Art is how Life Loves itself.

Dear Artist is concerned with resuscitating the human soul, helping us remember our sacred ways of being together and honoring the beauty of this world. It is a revival for artists, activists, revolutionaries, healers, students, teachers, and anyone who yearns to ignite the embers of their passion.

Jaiya's Love letter reintroduces you to your original soul condition: vivacious, awestruck, unimpeded, fully alive. If you hunger to find and liberate your truest voice, to free your tears of grace, to express what your ancestors could not, Dear Artist serves a feast for you. If you thirst in the desert of your disillusion, Dear Artist is a well water, bright and clear and plenty. This is no art instruction manual. These words will have you naked, making Love, making art.

If you have read my prior work, you know that all of this is just a Love letter from the Great Mystery to our earthly yearning souls. As such, with these two new volumes of poems, stories, essays, prayers, and devotions, I desire that you feel the intimacy and urgency of where you and I now find ourselves. Since late 2023, as horrific massacre, new and old, slow and swift, in many forms and lands, has at last captured our collective human attention, our pain and grief and resurgent Love have gushed through my heart and being night and day. Like many of you, my every cell and molecule has been both decimated and revived. I have given myself to this, our profound upheaval. I have crumbled our heartbreak into the sea of this unbearable season, this ongoing sermon of sorrow and solace. In these soul waters, I have soaked up our manna and nectar to bring home to you.

These two volumes are the entire balm I have been able to gather for you. We Birth Freedom at Dawn is a book and birth water. The title came to me as I ran up a steep hill on a recent summer morning, sun blessing my skin, sweat baptizing my ascendant birthing time to push and deliver. Our ancestors have been with me in a hushed and cradling way during these months of mourning and morning. As this title came to me, Sojourner Truth and Harriet Tubman in particular settled in my bones and blood and breath. These two sturdy grandmothers have wet eyes as they hold us now. It is their insistence that we be free of our oppressive ways that has ushered forth these tribal words.

Sojourner and Harriet... Have you ever seen two monarch butterfly mates dancing in sunlight? They may to our eyes seem incredibly light of wing. Their flight, though, is a consequence of unimaginable struggle and endurance. And yet, here they are, still dancing, still joyful, filled with the orange of sun, bringing forth their generations.

This title, We Birth Freedom at Dawn, is what its offering is: A radical call. An invocation. A summons. To stir and galvanize and mobilize us. The word We is for our collective humanity. Birth speaks to our unconquerable Divine Feminine and its reclaimed role as we go forward, for the conception, gestation, and birth labor. For we already have this freedom. We do not have to chase it down. We have only to bring forth what is already in us and of us. The word Freedom: An acknowledgement of my life's work and ministry, including my earlier and kindred book Freedom: Medicine Words for Your Brave Revolution. And Dawn, a hopeful word, for our freedom soon come. It is not long now, dear soul. Not long. Our dark night of the soul too has its end.

This title is a declaration and decree. A promise and prophecy. An awakening and activation. A chant, hum, ceremony, remembrance song. To speak and feel this title is to call forth this freedom alive within each of us. Our freedom is stirring, nascent, divine, and truth. Soon, the fawning sprout begets the forest, and the raindrop begets the river. I pray these words bring back from the brink the many who are on the edge of despair, fear, hopelessness, terror, and fatigue. To allow us to see and feel and be what is coming and indeed what has always been here in the fertile earth of our sacred architecture. My God, these words are prayer.

In the beginning, two spirits roamed every soul. One was Love. The other, fear. Fear, being restless and unsettled, mutated into two other spirits: supremacy and inferiority. Both of these would inhabit every human soul and space, forever. Waiting. To be fed.

This is a Love story. A Love for freedom that blooms into a willingness for revolution to eradicate oppression, supremacy, and inferiority. In his newest book of sacred contemplation, Dr. Jaiya John plunges us into the naked soul of social revolution, the divine nature of freedom, and the human reality of being a revolutionary. Freedom is an origin story, a message for today's global realities, and a tale for all times. A prayer poem from the ancestors.

Since his orphan birth in the New Mexico desert, Jaiya, formerly a professor of social psychology at Howard University, has spent his entire life contemplating, learning, teaching, and reaching for personal and collective freedom. This book is his offering of a lifetime for those brave, humbled, sacrificing souls called to give their lives for freedom work. Revolutionary labor can be lonely, isolating, discouraging, and depleting. Freedom is a Love-soaked trove of affirmation, appreciation, reassurance, and renewal.

Freedom is for poets and professors, parents and activists, leaders and students, and for anyone whose inner healer rises and roars, stirs and sings. Anyone who dares to help birth a new world of human dignity, a world that dissolves the old structures, systems, ideologies, and spirit that incarcerate and traumatize generation after generation.

Freedom is a wild flock of verses, each offering its own distinct medicine: window, door, compass, shelter, quiet, hope, courage, oasis, revelation, assurance, encouragement, faith, music, dance, prayer, light, laughter, tears, nourishment, rest, solidarity, strategy, ancestral presence, generational duty, reminder of Love. Freedom is presented in deep-breath verses that float on the page in space, unbound from one another. Savor this book as both an inspirational, reflective, daily devotional, as well as an academic and strategic resource. Drop in on any page for your daily bread and grace. Freedom is poetry, proverb, and prophecy as much as practice protocol. In the tradition of Jaiya's book Daughter Drink This Water, Freedom will replenish the intangible wellspring that is your soul.

If you have read my prior work, you know that all of this is just a Love letter from the Great Mystery to our earthly yearning souls. As such, with these two new volumes of poems, stories, essays, prayers, and devotions, I desire that you feel the intimacy and urgency of where you and I now find ourselves. Since late 2023, as horrific massacre, new and old, slow and swift, in many forms and lands, has at last captured our collective human attention, our pain and grief and resurgent Love have gushed through my heart and being night and day. Like many of you, my every cell and molecule has been both decimated and revived. I have given myself to this, our profound upheaval. I have crumbled our heartbreak into the sea of this unbearable season, this ongoing sermon of sorrow and solace. In these soul waters, I have soaked up our manna and nectar to bring home to you.

These two volumes are the entire balm I have been able to gather for you. We Birth Freedom at Dawn is a book and birth water. The title came to me as I ran up a steep hill on a recent summer morning, sun blessing my skin, sweat baptizing my ascendant birthing time to push and deliver. Our ancestors have been with me in a hushed and cradling way during these months of mourning and morning. As this title came to me, Sojourner Truth and Harriet Tubman in particular settled in my bones and blood and breath. These two sturdy grandmothers have wet eyes as they hold us now. It is their insistence that we be free of our oppressive ways that has ushered forth these tribal words.

Sojourner and Harriet... Have you ever seen two monarch butterfly mates dancing in sunlight? They may to our eyes seem incredibly light of wing. Their flight, though, is a consequence of unimaginable struggle and endurance. And yet, here they are, still dancing, still joyful, filled with the orange of sun, bringing forth their generations.

This title, We Birth Freedom at Dawn, is what its offering is: A radical call. An invocation. A summons. To stir and galvanize and mobilize us. The word We is for our collective humanity. Birth speaks to our unconquerable Divine Feminine and its reclaimed role as we go forward, for the conception, gestation, and birth labor. For we already have this freedom. We do not have to chase it down. We have only to bring forth what is already in us and of us. The word Freedom: An acknowledgement of my life's work and ministry, including my earlier and kindred book Freedom: Medicine Words for Your Brave Revolution. And Dawn, a hopeful word, for our freedom soon come. It is not long now, dear soul. Not long. Our dark night of the soul too has its end.

This title is a declaration and decree. A promise and prophecy. An awakening and activation. A chant, hum, ceremony, remembrance song. To speak and feel this title is to call forth this freedom alive within each of us. Our freedom is stirring, nascent, divine, and truth. Soon, the fawning sprout begets the forest, and the raindrop begets the river. I pray these words bring back from the brink the many who are on the edge of despair, fear, hopelessness, terror, and fatigue. To allow us to see and feel and be what is coming and indeed what has always been here in the fertile earth of our sacred architecture. My God, these words are prayer.

Jaiya John's Calm: Inspiration for a Possible Life, follows his books Fresh Peace, and Sincerity of Sunlight, as tonic for our modern epidemic of anxiety. Calm is written in Jaiya's customary light, colorful, dreamy language. Use these petite reflections and stories as daily affirmations, mantras, reminders, practice projects, or prompts for meditation. Open the book to any page and drink its healing water. See how you can move through life with unconditional peace and clarity, literally a living Grace. Calmness is a Loving act, an intentional kindness, a soul savings account. Refresh yourself in this medicine book. Let Calm be your testimony of a possible life.

Habanero Love is a wildfire sweeping through the heart, clearing the way for the romantic and the Sacred in us to sprout anew. This epic Love poem blazes with passion and unbridled surrender. It is a mythic Love story. A naked declaration. A revelation that the Love we fall into is a current within Divine Love Itself. Our hearts yearn so achingly for a reason: Love is the carriage taking us to the mystic territory that is our Sacred home. Habanero Love is a carriage on fire. Taste these words. They are divine dark chocolate and scorching red pepper. You have never burned like this before. When Love's mood strikes... become a match.

In the tradition of his popular book, Fresh Peace, Jaiya John offers a revitalizing new book of inspiration. With one reflection on each page, Sincerity of Sunlight is designed for easy access and quick, in-the-moment reading. Drop in on any page for a bright dose of affirmation and insightful tastes of inner peace. Whenever you need a pick-up for your spirit, pick up Sincerity of Sunlight. Jaiya's soothing words are a gifted masseuse for the soul, touching gently on wellness, self-care, self-Love, healing, personal growth, social relationships, and purposeful living. The message at this book's heart: When we hold our idea of life up to the Light of Truth, its uncompromising radiance burns away the illusions that cause our suffering. What grows up from the after-burn is new life. Rise today. Love like the sincerity of sunlight. Make the whole world glow and blush back at you.

Lyric of Silence is a reunion with an old friend: the divine uniqueness we came here to be. Like a bay window in spring, we open, and bright new glory rushes in. Poetry, parable, and inner conversation have all been brought to this union fire, kindling for our illumination flame. A living thing with wings lands on our window, looking in. We look out, wishing we too could fly. All that yearns inside us is saying: You already have wings The curiosity that lands on your window is you Break the glass separating inward from outward seer, hush the worldly voices, and slowly tune to your sacred song, those hidden notes of masterpiece.